Seven pairs of red pillars came to Tang Shaoyang's sight, and more details about the throne hall could be seen from the throne. There was a weird feeling inside him. 'Satisfaction for reaching my first step?'
He kept fighting to gain more power so he would be above the others. Not that he was thirsty for authority, as it was more like he did not want the same thing repeated when he was still in his gangster's life. The feeling of helplessness when his girlfriend was taken from him. The helplessness when he could do nothing to avenge his girlfriend after she suicide. He just did not want those things to repeat in his life, hence he dreamed of being an Emperor where he was above the others.
Tang Shaoyang figured out that no one was stupid enough to oppose the Emperor. He smiled and closed his eyes. His past life was totally the polar opposite of his new life. 'I now have millions of people under me and hundreds of thousands of armies that will fight for me.'
